There's a feeling I've been misplaced But my soul is safely riding three balloons. Here's a shelter of the magic kind Where falseness is a passion you won't find. I'm breathing fog but I don't mind My body has no sense of time. I'm hearing sounds I can't explain All I can do is fly away. Can a vision fall short of dreams There's a downy angel crouching at my feet. Illusions fill my sleeping head and Dreams fade like a runway strip on fire. My eyes betray my mind rewinds I feel myself go back in time. (???) dream I wanna stay All I can do is fly away. Angels never show you trapdoors But they don't lie. Angels never show you trapdoors Until illusions die away. A Sunday smile falls from my face I can't persuade in worlds I cannot stay. Gracious blood flows through my veins But my soul would favor riding three balloons. A fearless space of touch and time Where everything is genuine. My fingers grasp but I can't stay All I can do is fly away...